Aaron challenged me to find 1000 works of art, each better than that scene in Ferris Bueller where Cameron looks at the Seurat painting. So here they are, one by one, till what's done is done. © Jon Azose 2010-2012
Thursday, January 31, 2013
Wednesday, January 30, 2013
767. The first season and a half of Lost
I liked Lost up until the point where it looked like there was never really an explanation for all the crazy stuff on the island. The show was great when there was still hope of a unified explanation. Also, a bonus work of art. #767a: Spooky trombone.
Tuesday, January 29, 2013
766. Valley of the Shadow of Death
One of these two photos shows this road in Crimea as it was when Roger Fenton came upon it. In the other, someone has either put cannonballs onto the road or taken them off the road. It's still not clear which photograph came first or whether one of the scenes was deliberately manipulated to make for a better picture.
Monday, January 28, 2013
Sunday, January 27, 2013
764. In Flanders Fields
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
Saturday, January 26, 2013
763. Bernie
I usually can't stand Jack Black, but he was actually really good in this as a mortician who kills a horrible old lady.
Friday, January 25, 2013
762. Ocean's Eleven (the remake)
I couldn't find any pictures I liked of the movie, so then I went looking for pictures of eleven. Failing that, here is an ocean. (Can you guess which one?)
Thursday, January 24, 2013
761. Tony Hawk's Pro Skater 2
Not all art has to be high culture, right? They really executed the level design, music choices, and gameplay mechanic perfectly on this one.
Wednesday, January 23, 2013
Tuesday, January 22, 2013
759. California Love
You should watch the video. It seems to be positing a Mad Max-like dystopian future where conflicts are settled through rap battles.
Monday, January 21, 2013
758. The CN Tower
The tower that sneaks into the background of poorly edited movie scenes to let you know they're not really in New York.
Sunday, January 20, 2013
Saturday, January 19, 2013
756. "My name is Legion, for we are many"
I love the use of syntactic disagreement as a mechanism to offput the reader. The whole story with the man possessed by a legion of demons is a little strange, but that one line is genius.
Friday, January 18, 2013
Thursday, January 17, 2013
754. The Potato Eaters
Wednesday, January 16, 2013
753. Ode on a Grecian Urn
| THOU still unravish'd bride of quietness, | |
| Thou foster-child of Silence and slow Time, | |
| Sylvan historian, who canst thus express | |
| A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme: | |
| What leaf-fringed legend haunts about thy shape | 5 |
| Of deities or mortals, or of both, | |
| In Tempe or the dales of Arcady? | |
| What men or gods are these? What maidens loth? | |
| What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape? | |
| What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy? | 10 |
| Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard | |
| Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on; | |
| Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear'd, | |
| Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone: | |
| Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave | 15 |
| Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; | |
| Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, | |
| Though winning near the goal—yet, do not grieve; | |
| She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, | |
| For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair! | 20 |
| Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed | |
| Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu; | |
| And, happy melodist, unwearièd, | |
| For ever piping songs for ever new; | |
| More happy love! more happy, happy love! | 25 |
| For ever warm and still to be enjoy'd, | |
| For ever panting, and for ever young; | |
| All breathing human passion far above, | |
| That leaves a heart high-sorrowful and cloy'd, | |
| A burning forehead, and a parching tongue. | 30 |
| Who are these coming to the sacrifice? | |
| To what green altar, O mysterious priest, | |
| Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies, | |
| And all her silken flanks with garlands drest? | |
| What little town by river or sea-shore, | 35 |
| Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel, | |
| Is emptied of its folk, this pious morn? | |
| And, little town, thy streets for evermore | |
| Will silent be; and not a soul, to tell | |
| Why thou art desolate, can e'er return. | 40 |
| O Attic shape! fair attitude! with brede | |
| Of marble men and maidens overwrought, | |
| With forest branches and the trodden weed; | |
| Thou, silent form! dost tease us out of thought | |
| As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral! | 45 |
| When old age shall this generation waste, | |
| Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe | |
| Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, | |
| 'Beauty is truth, truth beauty,—that is all | |
| Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.' | 50 |
Tuesday, January 15, 2013
Monday, January 14, 2013
Sunday, January 13, 2013
Saturday, January 12, 2013
Friday, January 11, 2013
748. The Battle of Anghiari
A lost painting, supposedly Leonardo da Vinci's greatest work. (Above is a copy by Rubens.) A researcher thinks it's hidden behind a wall in a Florentine church. Unfortunately, that wall also has a priceless fresco on it, so it's a little hard to check.
Thursday, January 10, 2013
747. In the Desert
In the desert
I saw a creature, naked, bestial,
Who, squatting upon the ground,
Held his heart in his hands,
And ate of it.
I said, “Is it good, friend?”
“It is bitter—bitter,” he answered;
“But I like it
“Because it is bitter,
“And because it is my heart.”
Wednesday, January 9, 2013
746. A Charlie Brown Christmas
Tuesday, January 8, 2013
745. Best Game Ever
Amateur improv artists turn a little league baseball game into a professional sporting event. (With screaming fans, mascots, hot dog vendors, and more.) Read about it here.
Monday, January 7, 2013
744. Solaris
Creepy Polish science fiction about ... communication and loneliness, maybe? Strangely similar to Blindness, if Blindness were set on an alien planet. I hear the Russian movie version is good and the American movie version is not.
Sunday, January 6, 2013
743. 10 Things I Hate About You
An extremely entertaining adaptation of The Taming of The Shrew. Did you know that Sarah Lawrence is a real school? They didn't just make it up for this movie.
Saturday, January 5, 2013
742. King Cotton
One of Sousa's less overplayed marches. Listen here.
Friday, January 4, 2013
Thursday, January 3, 2013
Wednesday, January 2, 2013
Tuesday, January 1, 2013
738. High Noon
I probably should have used this one around the halfway point, but I guess New Year's Day works, too.
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